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and clenching tight, Scott allowed his head to drop to rest against Cris’ shoulder as he pounded harder and faster, his thrusts growing shallower as he embraced the fury of his own orgasm. Growling at the molten sensations flooding from his cock, Scott kept pumping his hips, allowing Cris to milk the last drops of his cum from him.
    Weak and completely sated, he slipped free from Cris’ ass and dropped into his chair. With a small smile curling his lips, Scott watched as his lover slowly pushed himself up from where he was resting, almost boneless, against the table. Cris managed to turn and somehow straddle him again, his now limp cock brushing against Scott's stomach, leaving a faint trail of his cum.
    Scott wanted to rub it into his skin, forever marking his body with Cris’ scent, but restrained the urge. Tonight was all he could have, and he was determined to enjoy it without forcing any kind of a bond between them, no matter how much his inner fox was biting and clawing for him to do so.
    It took some doing, but he managed some time later to stand, with Cris wrapped around him, and carried the other shifter to the bedroom where he proceeded to spend most of the night creating memories. At some point, he even allowed his fox to indulge, and shifted form, rubbing his sleek body along Christian's until the other shifter indulged him and shifted, too, provoking a bout of wrestling and playing that ended with them shifting back to their human forms and finishing what their teasing had started.
    When the next day dawned bright and clear, Scott woke to the delicious sensations of warmth around his cock. Fluttering his eyes open, he found Cris straddling his body, his back turned towards him, slowly rocking in his lap, teasing his ass-ring with the head of Scott's cock. Without missing a beat, Scott grabbed the phone off the nightstand and called in to work. It was hell trying to keep his voice steady as Cris grasped his cock and guided it to where it wanted to be and started bouncing on him, with the delicious sounds of their flesh slapping together echoing in the still room.
    Finishing the call as quickly as he could, Scott disconnected and tossed the phone aside, then spent the majority of the day mating and sleeping with his lover.
    He was certain of it, in a way he had always longed for, but now he almost wished he had never experienced this—Christian was his mate, and destined to rip his heart out. Determined that the other shifter never know, Scott poured all of his heartache and passion into claiming his mate's body, silently offering all he had to give.
    When evening dawned, he forced himself to remain calm and steady as he helped Christian dress again in borrowed clothes and drove him to his campsite.
    "You're always welcome to visit, you know."
    Scott nodded, unable to vocalize his needs. He wouldn't put Cris in the position of having to chose, no matter his body was demanding. The mate bond was so strong; he could feel his heart ripping in two with every breath he took.
    "I'm going to miss you,” he finally settled on, knowing it was only a drop in the bucket of his feelings, yet was a safe statement. “And my home is always open to you. Should you wish to come back ...” Scott's voice trailed off as his throat tightened.
    Cris nodded and stepped into his arms, his warmth and affection almost enough to help Scott bring himself back under control. His fox was clawing at his insides, demanding he convince Cris to stay.
    With a bittersweet kiss, Scott pulled away and said goodbye. Without looking back, he climbed back into his truck. The other shifter had promised he would come back to visit as he cuddled against Scott's chest, but Scott didn't allow himself to hope that Cris actually would.
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    It was heading into early June when a volunteer came hurrying into the center, jabbering about someone really needing to see Scott. Heaving a soft sigh, he wearily turned from where he was examining a hawk with a